Feather and SkyTiny feather
Caught in the fine web of a window without glass,
There behind it
Somewhere invisibly goes the large cloudy sky,
There behind it
Somewhere invisibly shines the hot burning sun,
Both sun and sky
Fill the rest of the world: distant, massive, ceaseless.
Their presence,
Revealed by the shiver of the tiny thing,
Their slow change,
Caught in the tiny spaces among its fibers.
A massive sky,
A hot sun shining at a window without glass,
Both sun and sky
Contained in the softness of a tiny feather.
Infinities,
The nexus between them fills the rest of the world. |